I got this from the Purrs and Dailing Ramblings Blog - reminds me of my dad

The Next Place
by Warren Hanson

The next place that I go
will be as peaceful and familiar
as a sleepy Sunday
and a sweet, untroubled mind.

And yet...
it won't be like any place I’ve ever been...
or seen...
or even dreamed of
in the place I leave behind.

I won't know where I'm going,
and I won't know where I've been
as I tumble thorough the always
and look back
toward the when.

I'll glide beyond the rainbows.
I'll drift above the sky.
I'll fly into the wonder,
without ever wondering why.

I won't remember getting there.
Somehow I'll just arrive.
But I'll know that I belong there
and will feel much more alive
than I have ever felt before.
I will be absolutely free of the things that I held onto
that were holding onto me.

The next place that I go
will be so quiet and so still
that the whispered song of sweet belonging will rise up to fill
the listening sky with joyful silence,
and with unheard harmonies
of music made by no one playing,
like a hush upon a breeze.

There will be no room for darkness in that place of living light,
where an ever-dawning morning pushes back the dying night.
The very air will fill with brillance,
as the brightly shining sun
and the moon and half a million stars are married into one.

The next place that I go
won't really be a place a
There won't be any seasons -
winter, summer, spring, or fall -

Nor a Monday,
nor a Friday,
nor December,
nor July.
And the seconds will be standing still...
while hours hurry by.

I will not be a boy
or girl,
a woman
or a man.
I'll simply be
just,
simply,
me.
No worse or better than.
My skin will not be dark
or light.
I won't be fat
or tall.
The body I once lived in
won't be part of me
at all.

I will finally be perfect.
I will be without a flaw.
I will never make one more mistake,
or break the smallest law.

And the me that was impatient,
or was angry
or unkind,
will simply be a memory.
The me I left behind.

I will travel empty-handed.
There is not a single thing
I have collected in my life
that I would ever want to bring
except...
the love of those who loved me,
and the warmth of those who cared.
The happiness and memories
and magic that we shared.

Though I will know the joy of solitude...
I'll never be alone.
I'll be embraced
by all the family and friends
I've ever known.
Although I might not see their faces,
all our hearts will beat as one,
and the circle of our spirits
will shine brighter than the sun.

I will cherish all the friendship I was fortunate to find,
all the love and all the laughter in the place I leave behind.

All these things will go with me.
They will make my spirit glow.
And that light will shine forever
in the next place that I go.